Oh Nicotine High
I never thought I would order from a cafe that topped off your coffee with a cutesy design. I never thought that I would buy coffee from a cafe. All coffee is good for is panic attacks and rushes that don't last long enough. I'm still not certain how much this cup of coffee is going to cost me - the heart better be worth it.
I'm still light headed from chain smoking three cigarettes. (Dear nicotine high, where have you been?) I threw away the pack so this doesn't become a habit. Having a cigarette between my fingers gives me courage, and I need a little push to walk through those hospital doors. My stomach is twisting from Indian food and Vodka, I'm not good at combinations (except when it comes to Tetris).
I found Narnia at the Hartsdale Station. It's behind the Starbucks where I realized 'a great cup of coffee can change my day.' I should drink coffee more. Or less. (Caffeine changes shit). So do Panic attacks and one night stands.
I'm not drunk enough to see my father. One more cigarette before I'm faced with tubes down throats and a one sided conversation. (I wish you never followed me to New York City). I won't tell you that I haven't been sleeping, I drink too much, I lied - I did smoke (but I quit, until today, until you), and I'm drunk
right
now.
I adopted a dog. That means I'm taking steps in the right direction (or making this harder).
I bought you a kit-kat, it's the only thing I have left of my childhood.
I'm not drunk